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Riko is in the living room, fucking deep inside Kevin, when the doorbell rings. At first, Riko can ignore it, not hesitating for a moment as he rails Kevin where he stands, facing the wall with his wrists tied together and pulled up above his head by a piece of rope.
“Who is it?” asks Kevin, grunting from Riko’s penetration.
Riko has the distinct impression that Kevin is trying to distract him. So he snaps back: “How the fuck should I know?”
Kevin groans, struggling to keep himself steady on his feet.
The ringing of the doorbell continues, and now it is starting to get on Riko’s nerves.
“Maybe we should check out who it is,” says Kevin.
Riko squeezes his shoulder blade so hard, digging his fingers into the flesh, that Kevin cries out. “Fuck,” he whimpers. Riko then squeezes his ass, making Kevin squirm and try to get away from him. Briefly, Riko wishes he weren’t currently fucking Kevin, because he would love to start whipping his ass instead. The doorbell rings again.
“For fuck’s sake,” Riko curses. He pulls out of Kevin, drawing a loud, dissatisfied noise out of him. Then Riko starts backing away, taking in the sight of Kevin strung up by the rope. He looks fucking delicious, Riko thinks to himself, pulling up his pants. He makes it to the corridor when he hears Kevin shouting after him.
“No—wait. Un-fucking-tie me,” he screams. “Riko!”
Riko hears him take a kick at the wall, then yelp in response to the pain. Riko is almost at the front door, but he retraces his steps back to the living room. “Faggot, I know you’re trying to get me to untie you to end this, but I’m the one who gets to decide when we’re done,” he says sharply, speaking to Kevin’s back. Riko exits again, slamming the living room door shut behind him to hopefully muffle Kevin’s complaining if he were to continue.
When Riko reaches the front door and opens it, he gets a sight of Jean and Neil, and their significant height difference. Intrigued as Riko is by them, and as desperate as he is to own them, now isn’t the time. He’s busy. Busy with Kevin, who takes precedence over everything else.
Jean opens his mouth to speak, but Riko gets in there first.
“I’m a bit occupied right now,” he says. “You should come around later,” he adds, and he means it. Then, he slams the door in their faces—begrudgingly, but he has something to do right now—and strides back into the living room where Kevin has gone quiet.
“Now, where were we?” Riko asks him rhetorically, shaking his head to dismiss Jean and Neil from his thoughts. As he approaches Kevin, he pulls his pants back down to shove his still-wet cock inside his hole.
“Who was it?” Kevin asks, then moans loudly as Riko rubs against his prostate.
“Jean and Neil—looking for trouble, probably,” says Riko, but he is getting rather caught up in fucking Kevin, caught up in the way Kevin clenches his asshole around him.
The doorbell begins to ring again, in an extended way. Someone is holding their finger down on the button.
Riko’s frustration gets the better of him, and he slams his palm against the wall beside Kevin’s head. The impact is hard enough that Riko cries out, the cells in his hand vibrating. Kevin chokes on a breath when Riko fucks him harder than strictly necessary.
Any other time, Riko would have loved to have the neighbours knocking at the door—and with the desperation they were demonstrating, the whole ordeal would have been even better—but right now, Riko really is occupied.
“What did they want?” asks Kevin through gritted teeth.
“Does it matter?” scoffs Riko, but then something that should have occurred to him sooner finally hits him. “Unless you want me to invite them in, let them get a look at you. I would let them have a turn…it’ll be like we talked about, hm?”
Kevin is quiet then, even as Riko penetrates him. The only sound is their bodies slapping together and the doorbell ringing.
“Oh?” questions Riko, taking Kevin’s silence as a hint. “Should I let them in then? Let them rape you whilst you can’t do anything to stop them?”
Another moment passes before Kevin answers with a quiet: “No.”
Riko’s cock twitches inside Kevin with an impending orgasm. “I think I would let them in anyway,” he mumbles. “You look so fucking good tied up like this. Everyone can see your wet fucking hole from the doorway.”
“Ah,” Kevin moans. “Fuck. Don’t, Riko.” But Riko hasn’t heard their safe word. Nor has Kevin uttered “red,” if he wants to stop, as per their agreement. “Please, no,” Kevin continues to whine, squirming against Riko’s oppressive touch.
The resistance makes Riko cum hard, panting against Kevin’s shoulder. “I…I’m gonna let them in. Gonna let them fuck you to death. You’re gonna pass out on their fucking cocks,” he laughs deliriously.
Kevin moans longingly, then cries out as Riko pulls out of him.
Riko pushes his fingers against his asshole, unceremoniously shoving his cum back inside Kevin as it starts to drip out of him. Kevin squirms, pressing his body against the wall in a futile attempt to get away. Riko stands upright and puts a filthy hand in Kevin’s hair, yanking his head back. Kevin hisses, closing his eyes as a grimace takes over his face.
“I’ll be back in a minute, faggot,” Riko says to him, leaning up onto his toes to press a wet kiss to Kevin’s mouth. “Be good for me, hm?”
Kevin whines, and Riko shoves his head forward so that his forehead knocks with a small thud against the wall.
Riko laughs as he leaves the room, pulling his pants up again and wiping his wet hands on his jeans. When he opens the door, Neil doesn’t miss a beat. “We realised you might be having sex right now.”
Riko glares at him. As much as he is going to try and get what he wants out of this, he is still annoyed at Neil’s persistence and annoyed at Jean for not holding the brat in check. Then again, Riko already has the impression that Jean encourages much of Neil’s bad behaviour.
“You still saw it fit to keep ringing the doorbell,” says Riko, criticising.
“Yeah,” agrees Neil with a hard stare.
Riko sighs. “I’m raping Kevin.” He says raping with air quotes. “You’re welcome to join in if you would like.”
“We would,” says Jean, his French accent thicker than ever.
Neil must be surprised by Jean’s bluntness because he glances sideways at him with widened eyes. Jean doesn’t fully return the look and shoves him—not particularly hard, but Neil still gives him a scathing look.
“We have a safe word,” Riko said, bringing their attention back to him. “The safe word is ‘Raven,’ and we use the traffic light system as well. So don’t stop just because he tells you ‘stop.’”
“Okay,” Neil says in understanding.
Jean nods as well, so Riko opens the door wider and lets them both inside.
That it is the neighbours’ first time in Riko’s house makes him tense, partially out of discomfort, mostly out of excitement. He tries to stay calm, though, and leads Jean and Neil into the living room.
Kevin clearly senses the entry and can likely tell that Riko has company. Kevin doesn’t say anything, but he nervously twists his arms in the rope and pushes his naked body against the wall like it might protect him.
It will do no such thing.
After a moment of Neil and Jean taking Kevin in—both of them with observable hunger in their gazes—Riko prompts them. “Who is going first?” he asks. He grins at Kevin’s sharp inhale at his words.
“Me,” Jean and Neil answer the question simultaneously. They turn to each other with a glare.
“Fuck you,” Neil says. “You know I’m going first.”
“Alright, tough guy,” Jean says. “Go on and rape him.”
Kevin moans, and Riko watches him thrust his hips forward, rubbing himself against the wall for some relief.
Jean is staring at Kevin in a way that makes Riko feel possessive. He wonders if maybe he is taking this too far, letting the neighbours into his home like this without preparation and barely a five-minute conversation beforehand.
Then Jean asks Riko: “Is he banned from cumming?”
“No,” answers Riko, getting some confidence back when he remembers he is still in control of the situation. He can call it off at any moment, and Jean and Neil will have to listen to him. “I don’t care, but you can tell him not to if you want.”
“Okay, don’t cum, Kevin,” says Jean, tone firm and dominant.
Kevin grunts in response. Riko feels the need to interrupt them and tell him to be more polite to their visitors, but Jean seems to have it covered.
“What was that?” asks Jean.
“Okay,” Kevin whines insistently to the wall in front of him. “Okay, I won’t cum,” he clarifies, sounding beautifully wrecked.
“Good. Go on then, Neil,” says Jean, giving him a push in Kevin’s direction.
Neil starts pulling a pair of sweatpants and boxer shorts down his thighs. Then he runs his fingers over Kevin’s asshole. Kevin squirms and whimpers. Neil makes a cooing noise as if stroking a cute animal.
Because he doesn’t initially have a clear view of what is going on, Riko moves towards them. He stands by their side and leans up against the wall so he can watch. Kevin senses him and manages to turn a look on him, his eyes slightly bloodshot, pupils dilated, and sweat sheening across his forehead.
“Mhm, Riko,” he moans.
Riko smiles. “I’m here,” he says. “You’re being so good.”
Jean mirrors Riko’s position and stands on Kevin and Neil’s other side. Neil uses Riko’s cum from Kevin’s asshole to wet his cock. Then he begins to push into Kevin with a groan.
Kevin’s limbs twitch, and he pulls at the rope in a show of discomfort. Then he pushes himself up against the wall again, trying to escape Neil’s penetration.
Riko slaps his ass. “Stop that.” Kevin gives a muffled whimper as he clenches his jaw. Riko raises a hand and starts running his fingers through Kevin’s hair in a soothing motion. “Deep breaths,” he says, voice full of arousal at seeing Kevin so disturbed, and simultaneously sexually frustrated.
Neil has a lot of stamina, and a lot of time passes with him fucking into Kevin, moaning with his head tilted back and his hands on Kevin’s hips. “Feels so fucking good,” Neil utters. “So good.”
Riko mostly watches Kevin and Neil, looking back and forth between them, and it has gotten his cock hard again. Then his gaze moves to Jean, who is watching the other two fuck with his bottom lip between his teeth and a deep-set arousal in his eyes. Riko lets his gaze wander downwards, and he sees the tent in Jean’s shorts.
For the first time since Neil started his turn, Riko moves. He goes behind Neil and grabs Jean’s elbow to pull him over. He lets Jean give him a brief, bewildered look, then turns him around to face Neil’s back. Riko pushes Jean forward, and Jean moves willingly so that his crotch lines up with Neil’s naked ass.
“Pretend to fuck him,” orders Riko.
Jean moans, managing to surprise Riko with the indication that he can be submissive. Jean doesn’t hesitate before rubbing himself against Neil with abandon, placing his hands on Neil’s waist in a way that mirrors Neil’s hands on Kevin.
Riko grins widely and takes a step back to watch them all. He frequently considers how power gets to his head in moments like this. Where he gets multiple people involved in a scene whilst he simply watches.
But usually the scenes take place with a select few others, whom Riko has known for a while. Meanwhile, the present group was half made up of his and Kevin’s neighbours, who are new in their lives but have been increasingly invading Riko’s thoughts . Riko has the distinct feeling of playing with someone else’s toys, and it makes him heady.
Kevin makes a loud whimper. “Gotta cum, please please please,” he begs.
Jean huffs a breath, worked up from getting himself off. “No,” he manages. “No, wait for Neil.”
At the mention of his own name, Neil moans, hips stuttering as he fucks Kevin.
Riko, who isn’t used to hearing someone beg to cum because he has never cared to prevent anyone from it, is surprised by how his interest piques at what is happening now. He watches Kevin intently.
Kevin’s body keeps squirming and twitching. He lifts a leg slightly, nudging his thigh against his crotch, starting to sob with need. “Please,” he cries again.
“Almost there,” Neil says with a grunt.
Riko drops his hand to his crotch, rubbing his hard cock through his pants.
Jean groans at the pleasure he is deriving from Neil’s ass, and he sneaks his hand up Neil’s back, reaching to squeeze the back of his neck.
Neil’s body jolts at the touch, and he fucks deep and hard into Kevin. Then he stops moving altogether, and he cums with a long moan, squeezing himself against Kevin, who gets pinned to the wall. “Fuck,” Neil utters, entirely breathless.
“Kevin,” Jean says. “You can cum now.”
Kevin cums instantly, crying out as his body shakes.
Riko squeezes his cock sharply at the sounds he is hearing and feels a shiver run through him. “Fuck,” he says, dumbfounded.
Jean flashes him a wide smile. He looks as if he is about to cum, though, so Riko sharply gets into motion again.
He moves over to Jean and pulls him away from Neil. Jean frowns—and Neil makes a noise of complaint, but then he gets otherwise distracted by pulling slowly out of Kevin.
“You still need your turn,” Riko explains to Jean, and looks down at the pre-cum that has soaked through the front of Jean’s shorts.
“Oh,” Jean says, brows furrowing.
Riko thinks back to his text conversation with Jean, how Jean seemed into the idea of CNC, but apparently lacked confidence. “I’ll help you,” Riko tells Jean now.
Jean meets his gaze and nods.
Riko holds his wrist, and they go back to Neil and Kevin. Neil is tucking himself away in his sweatpants, and Riko takes pride as he notices the intense flush on his face.
Kevin is resting his forehead against the wall, panting heavily and sobbing, his arms still raised above him by the rope. There is a pool of his cum between his feet, and more cum is streaming down his thighs from Neil and Riko’s orgasms inside him.
“Are you sure?” Jean asked Riko, sounding uncertain.
Perhaps it was a bad idea for Neil to go first and Jean after, when Kevin was most spent.
Riko looks briefly at Jean, then he goes to Kevin’s side where they can look at each other. Kevin seems intent not to look, though, so Riko has to put his fingers in his hair and turn his head for him. He holds Kevin’s head firmly and waits a moment for Kevin to meet his gaze.
Tear tracks are running down his cheeks, and wet snot is beading above his lip from his nose. The sight makes Riko’s cock throb.
“You can take more, can’t you, Kevin?” he asks him.
Kevin sniffs and closes his eyes, minutely shaking his head with what little room he has to move because of Riko clenching a fistful of his hair.
“No?” questions Riko. “I think you’re lying again.”
Kevin’s face contorts into a sob. “No,” he says. “No, I’m not.”
Riko’s body is tingling. Fuck, he thinks, suddenly wondering if he might cum untouched at this rate. “Jean, come over here,” he says, trying to distract himself, take some control.
Jean wanders over to them, and Riko grabs his arm and pulls him in front of himself, pressing his front against Jean’s back and trapping him between himself and Kevin so he can get a full view of him.
“Look at him,” Riko orders Jean. “He’s fucking glowing. He couldn’t be happier. He was made for this.” He shakes his fist in Kevin’s hair, and Kevin’s head moves along with it, like a puppet.
Jean nods, looking up and around at Riko. “Okay, yeah,” he says, sounding a little more confident.
“Good,” Riko says. He drops his grip on Kevin’s hair, causing his head to drop forward. Kevin whimpers and doesn’t bother trying to straighten up. Riko pushes Jean around to stand behind him. As if putting on a show for Jean, Riko shoves two fingers into Kevin’s asshole.
Kevin’s hips thrust forward, away from Riko, but there is still nowhere else for him to go. Kevin cries, and Riko continues to finger him intently. He stares at Jean and directs a pointed look at his clothed crotch.
Jean parts his lips as his brain catches up to the situation. He quickly goes about pulling his shorts down, and his cock stands erect and drips precum on the floor. Jean steps forward into Kevin and Riko’s space, and Riko removes his fingers so Jean can replace them with his cock.
“Ugh,” Kevin groans at the penetration. He seems to have stopped crying for now, at least.
Jean takes a deep breath and begins to slowly fuck in and out of Kevin.
“That’s it,” Riko tells him encouragingly. He takes a step back and watches them for a moment. Jean finds a comfortable rhythm, placing one hand on Kevin’s side and the other on the small of Kevin’s back.
Riko has faith in where Jean is going, so he turned to Neil, who is staring at Jean and Kevin with his lips parted in fixation. Riko goes over to him, cautious not to block his view of the others. Then he gets close enough to Neil so as to hint at wanting to kiss him.
Neil’s eyes widen, and he leans forward the rest of the way to press their mouths together, keeping his eyes open on Kevin and Jean as Riko places his hands on Neil’s waist to hold him close.